Atla Icons Novels & Stories

"I'm in the committee, it only cost one thousand naira." "Oh, alright." She drove. "Ours or yours?" "Mine." "Alright." She said as she headed to Yetty's house to drop her off. Attracta laid on the bed and a w******p notification came through. "Hello." It read and she chose not to ignore it. "Hi. You are?" "Chima, the guy you pepper sprayed." "Oh great, ready for another round of Spray the Stalker?" She added a mocking emoji. "Very funny."

The blood cloth in my throat restricted my breathing. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and my sight got clearer. "Eric?" I heard her call my name. I followed the voice and found Tatia rested under a tree. Her dress was painted crimson and she looked pale. "Are you alright?"I quizzed, limping towards her. She obviously was not. She had a deep cut at her abdomen region and was bleeding badly. Through it all, She managed to keep her smile. "Why aren't you healing? Ask the spirits for favors." I pleaded, holding her hands.

“A message arrived this morning.” Luna slipped out of bed, pulling on a robe as she crossed to him. “From who?” His jaw ticked. “The Alpha Council.” Her heart skipped. “They know?” “They do more than know.” He turned to face her, holding out the sealed scroll. “They’re demanding an audience. In three days.” Luna’s fingers trembled as she took the scroll. The wax was stamped with the ancient emblem of the High Council—an ouroboros wolf, devouring its own tail.

As he demanded, Athena made him a sandwich. By the time she was done cooking, he already came down, but without his shirt, he was only in his sweatpants, his tattoos visible to her. He had a cobra on his front and something that looked like a stork or a hawk in the back. She was figuring out why he got all of his skin covered in tattoos, “Stop ogling,” he yelled at her without a tiny bit of gentleness in his tone.

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Reana asked eagerly; she suspected that Azura misunderstood something about Conal. "Reana, do you know that an Omega has marked Conal and that he cannot live without that Omega." "Right. That person is not…" "It's Alata." Reana was about to continue speaking but was interrupted by Azura's words; she found it really difficult to say this; her heart felt like someone was squeezing it, aching in her chest.

"In the past, it was always… If we add Tanum Corporation's name, it means they also use Ms. Harmony's image. There will be a fee!" "Tanum Corporation is ATL Empire's partner, exclusively for ATL Empire. Are you suggesting that, to have Ms. Harmony, ATL Empire needs to pay double?" Atlas asked arrogantly, then turned to Ivanna. "Ms. Ivanna, is this correct?" Ivanna smiled and said, "Of course not. Austier Agency only partners with the ATL Empire!" Eloise paled. After all, Ivanna's response made her seem out of touch. It was clear Harmony was Atlas's woman, yet she dared to ask for double the price. Where did she get her confidence?

Why? “This is what it looks like when you hold hands.” Freya reaches over and swipes to the other image. The inside of the gate changes from words to circles with icons inside. I see a lightning bolt, crossed hammers, an old Roman helmet, a trident, and more. I do a quick count. Thirteen circles. Each has a different icon. Caleb reaches out and takes the phone, looking at Emily’s video in awe. I watch his jaw soften. He looks at me and back at the video.

"We can't win a war of definitions. If they define us as 'Data', we disappear. We have to Re-Define them!" "How?" "The Icons are based on Symmetry! They are perfect because they have no history and no scars! We have to 'Infect' them with the Variable of Time!" I looked at Lyra and Caelum. They were standing at the edge of the pier, their tiny forms already starting to look like stylized, stained-glass versions of children. They weren't afraid. They were looking at the Icons with a look of profound, royal curiosity. "They're too perfect, Mama," Lyra said, her voice a melodic, silver chime.